Dirty Tony - Josh Peterson

Josh Peterson is, quite simply, beautiful. His facial features are striking, including his luscious pouty lips, rich hazel doe eyes, and pert, upturned nose. He reminds me of that unobtainable boy back in high school; the track star, or the shy guy on the swim team. High School memories take Josh back, also, to the first time he was told he had a big cock. He's been told he has, "certain assets" many times since then. Josh has taken advantage of whatever his huge dick can get him, usually horny co-eds. As Josh gets situated on my sofa, he answers my questions honestly and without pause. His boldness while stating that he gets laid at least twice a week, and masturbates, at a minimum, twice daily seems a little bit over-confident. But each of his statements is punctuated with a nervous chuckle that reassures me this kid is still new to the power his penis can bestow. Illustrating the enthusiasm of his youth, Josh states that as far as sex goes, "Everything is his favorite thing to do." Realizing I have a true horndog on my hands, I ask him if he's interested in showing me this legendary schlong he's been speaking so fondly about. He's more than happy to show me the goods, explaining that he's horny today. Josh gets comfortable on the sofa, with his hand down the unbuttoned crotch of his bluejeans. He tugs and pulls on his package, while biting his lower lip. When he's ready to reveal his manmeat, I am impressed with it's size. It's very nearly too big for his frame, and almost looks like a fake! It's fat, thick girth takes the whole of his hand to even wrap around the base. Glistening in the light, Josh's challenging mouthful is even more beautiful than he is. He slides his jeans down to his sneakers, and continues to slap his meat. Not yet fully hard, his schlong hovers over his belly button. I watch in quiet appreciation, as he places a hand at the base and a hand at the head. There are still inches of engorged manmeat in between! I approach with my measuring tape, deftly taking his rigid pole into my hands. Not yet fully hard, he's already at 8 1/2 inches in length, and 6 inches around. Josh continues tugging as I step back. He massages his balls, and as he rub across his cockshaft, his magic wand springs out taut over his thigh. He stands for a moment, to show me his sweet cherry ass. Spreading his cheek with one hand, I spy his virgin hole. Before I'm tempted to approach, Josh spins back around, flopping onto the couch. His movements are quick now as his breathing abruptly turns toward panting. Spraying the air overhead with tiny shooting droplets, he sighs deeply into the cushions. Josh said he was feeling dirty. Now he just feels satisfied.